When I was little, the adults used to say that someone was "As slow as Christmas", or "Slow as molasses" to indicate the obvious. To a kid, waiting for Christmas to come is sweet torture. I didn't want it to really arrive because then it would be over and the hideous, long, cold month of January would be on the other side of it. But the anticipation of presents and people and food were impossible not to long for impatiently!
Here at the coyote compound, we are getting ready for the holidays by tearing into boxes from faraway loved ones and putting mysterious packages under the tree, working overtime in the workshop with increasingly demanding elves, standing in line at the post office, drinking Broguieres eggnog with brandy, watching the Grinch almost every day or night at you-know-who's request, talking excitedly about the New Year and doing a lot of smooching even though the mistletoe hasn't made it up yet.
In a few days, I'll be posting a fun list of last minute gift ideas you can buy or make with an environmental or recyclable element. If you have a brilliant idea for a handmade gift you've had success with this year, email me and I'll include it!
